HURTS
In a weak moment
I let my armor down
My exhaustion overpowering
The sense of self-protection
Her words shot inside
Struck like a thorn
Poison words slowly seep
Infecting my soul
Clouding my vision
Draining my strength
Making me feel unsafe
Afraid to be authentic
Categories: Poetry, Healing
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